Adulteress Love Child

Part 1 Do I Wanna Know?

Have you got color in your cheeks
Do you ever get that feelin
That you can't shift
The tide that sticks around
Like summat's in your teeth
Ah there's some aces up your sleeves
Have you no idea that you're in deep

Meredith's eyes shot open, hearing the alarm blaring next to her ear. She let out a groan, pushing her face into her pillow. Her body warm and aroused by the dream she awoke from. It had been the third that week, she seriously needed to make her choice already. She got the energy to sit up, suddenly feeling the room spinning as she sat back down on the edge of the bed.

She realized that her alarm was set later than normal, she quickly got over the sudden nausea as she rushed to the bathroom. She didn't have time to get sick, not now. She grabbed the closest shirt that looked clean and pair of jeans, pulling them over her naked skin. She couldn't keep her mind off the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. She went through her symptoms in her head as she searched the house for something, anything to relieve the nausea.

Headache, nausea, fatigue, and slight dizziness could be signs of anything from a bad migraine to an ulcer. She noticed no one was home, not even Izzie. She felt bad for Izzie of course but glad that something finally made Izzie get out. She kept running through scenarios of what could be wrong with her, finally just chopping it up to an ulcer. She grabbed the Pepto Bismol from the medicine cabinet, rushing out the door with barely enough time to spare.

A wash of relief ran over her when she arrived at the hospital with enough time to change into her scrubs and not get on scut for being late yet again. She grabbed her tote, rushing through the light drizzle that fell from the sky and into the hospital. She made her way up to the locker room, finding George just arriving also. She put her tote into her locker along with her rain coat, searching for the Pepto Bismol. She finally found it, tipping it against her lips and taking a large gulp and shivering slightly at the taste.

"So Izzie left the house this morning," George spoke finally, pulling his scrub top over his bare skin. Alex just coming into the locker room also, rushing to get into his scrubs.

"You OK?" George noted how she sat down slowly on the bench, gripping the bottle of pink liquid tightly.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" she questioned, taking another sip of the thick pink liquid that coated her throat as it went down.

"Because you are drinking that like it's candy," he let out an awkward laugh before grabbing his stethoscope.

"Oh, yeah. Just not feeling myself," she closed the bottle of medicine before slipping it back into her locker and quickly changing into her scrubs.

"O'Malley seems to have that effect on women, just ask Torres," he snorted, changing into his scrubs just as quickly as Meredith.

"What is that suppose to mean?" George questioned, staring at Alex dumbfounded.

"Would you both stop it," Meredith rolled her eyes, pulling on her white coat. She sat back down on the bench as another wave of nausea hit her.

"It means you threw Torres out on her ass," Alex continued to aggravate George.

"I did not, who told you that?" he said again, confused by how he knew all of this.

"Torres," Alex smirked, causing George to almost freak out. He grabbed his white coat, slamming his locker before rushing out of the locker room.

"Come on," Bailey shouted as she stuck her head into the locker room, Meredith tried to ignore the sick feeling in her stomach as she followed Bailey out along with Alex. They followed her as she walked down the hall, sounding annoyed just by the way she mumbled under her breath.